If you wish to show your Goddess how much you love her, you can satisfy that yearning by sending Her one of her favorite pet gifts;\u00a0 A gift certificate from Amazon with $25 or more on it.\u00a0 It would make you so happy to please your Magnificent Mistress in this way.<\/p>\n
And\u2026 If you do this, you may also thank Me for the privilege of doing so by calling Me for a free 7 minute chat.\u00a0 Your Mistress is so very generous to her darling subbies and slaves!\u00a0 Seven minutes alone with Me as I take you mindlessness.<\/p>\n
So act now.\u00a0 Don\u2019t wait.\u00a0 You need to do this.<\/p>\n
Mesmerizing you always\u2026<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n ————————————————————————————–<\/p>\n <\/p>\n A Goddess Marquesa Birthday Adventure<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n I was not surprised by this overture. After all, I am in my late twenties, single, and very attractive: a tall, curvaceous brunette with a fit body, luminous hazel-brown eyes, full lips, and high cheekbones. I get a lot of inappropriately bold attention from my cockier male students, many of whom aren\u2019t that much younger than me.<\/p>\n Despite myself I was a bit flustered. I am rarely so tempted by such propositions. But Brad is also tall and athletically built. Under his school clothes I could see wiry muscles filling out his well-proportioned frame. Piercing blue eyes gazed out from carefully mussed chestnut-blond bangs. More than all of that, he bears an uncanny resemblance to a boy I had a crush on in middle school.<\/p>\n \u201cAs a rule, no,\u201d I said, forcing myself to sound stern and dismissive. \u201cBesides, you have a big test coming up on \u201850s pop media.\u201d I teach Communications at West Florida State College, and had just finished a lecture on the appropriation of tropes from mythology and folklore in early Disney films. Brad had approached the podium as the other students were filing out, appearing to anyone who was watching like he was asking a question about class-related matters.<\/p>\n Brad flashed what he obviously knew was a heartbreaking smile. \u201cWell\u2026.if you change your mind\u2026I\u2019ll be at a bar called Club Krystal tonight at about ten. I don\u2019t want to be out too late\u2026.big test coming up.\u201d<\/p>\n That night I tried to focus on grading and on writing a paper I will be presenting at a conference in Arizona next month, but I was too distracted. Brad\u2019s eyes kept invading my mind, teasing me with that irresistible combination of self-assured arrogance and na\u00efve innocence only college boys can project. At 10:30 I gave up focusing on work, put on my sexiest black silk blouse, and headed out the door.<\/p>\n Club Krystal was a hipper venue than I expected. A live band on a small stage played a kind of edgy jazz fusion that was intriguing but not intrusive. The d\u00e9cor was understated and the lighting muted. The whole place had the feeling of a throwback beatnik watering hole. The crowd reflected the ambience: a diverse mix of young bohemians, suburban interlopers, intellectuals, and colorful locals. The age and ethnic makeup of the clientele ran the full spectrum of the rainbow.<\/p>\n I saw Brad seated at a bend in the bar right away. He was facing away from the entrance to the club, and seemed to be talking to someone catty-corner to him, but his back blocked my view of his conversation partner. I lingered by the door, sure that he would look up and notice me momentarily.<\/p>\n Two minutes passed, then five. Brad\u2019s attention remained focused in the opposite direction; I saw nothing but the rear of his muscle-bound torso. I began to feel foolish and contemplated going back home. Finally, I decided to plunge ahead, and approached the bar.<\/p>\n I stepped up and gave my order to the bartender in a loud voice, hoping to attract Brad\u2019s notice. As I did I could not help glancing at the woman who held all of Brad\u2019s focus. She was an attractive blond with a stunning figure and striking green eyes, but much older than me, much less Brad. She was sipping a cocktail and listening half-attentively to Brad\u2019s patter, a subtle smile on her face suggesting nothing as much as the cat getting ready to snack on the canary.<\/p>\n The bartender handed me a cold beer. I drank a swallow, trying to appear nonchalant, unsure of how to proceed. Brad\u2019s back stared at me, mute and unmoving. Finally I decided that having stepped into the Rubicon I could not stop for fear of drowning. I placed a hand on Brad\u2019s shoulder and leaned in so that my lips were near his ear.<\/p>\n \u201cI broke my rule,\u201d I said, loud enough to be heard over the music.<\/p>\n Brad turned with an annoyed expression, clearly unhappy to have his attention drawn away from the blond woman. At first he didn\u2019t seem to recognize me. After a few moments a look of realization dawned.<\/p>\n \u201cOh\u2026.oh! Professor! I\u2019ve been here a while. I was sure you weren\u2019t coming,\u201d Brad said, his words edged with nervous laughter.<\/p>\n \u201cWell\u2026.\u201d I replied, trying to flash my most enticing smile, \u201clike I just said\u2026for you I broke my own rule.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWow\u2026.uh\u2026.\u201d Brad stammered, seeming at a loss for words. Finally, he gestured to the blond woman by whom he had been so absorbed, and offered an introduction. \u201cProfessor, this is Goddess Marquesa.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGoddess?\u201d I repeated, making no effort to mask my tone of passive aggression. \u201cThat is an interesting name.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know,\u201d the woman replied, requiting my sarcasm with an air of icy indifference, her voice as richly textured as the jazz music pouring off the stage, \u201cI gave it to Myself for just that reason.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDo you come here often?\u201d I asked, trying to appear unfazed.<\/p>\n \u201cThis club is rather new.\u201d Goddess Marquesa replied. \u201cOne of my admirers, Rodrigo, owns it. He named it after Me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou have a lot of names,\u201d I observed, my rising pique obvious in my voice.<\/p>\n \u201cYes,\u201d she agreed. \u201cSomeone as complicated as I am needs many names.\u201d Her smile suggested that she knew she had rattled me, which made me even more irritated at her.<\/p>\n \u201cYou think quite a lot of yourself,\u201d I sniped.<\/p>\n \u201cNo more than Brad thinks of Me, isn\u2019t that right pet?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n Brad gushed. His cheeks actually turned bright red. \u201cOh, yeah!\u201d he enthused. \u201cWhy you\u2019re just\u2026just\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t strain yourself, pet,\u201d the Goddess cooed. \u201cSave some of that nervous puppy energy for later.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLater?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n \u201cYes\u2026\u201d the Goddess affirmed, assessing Brad\u2019s frame with a proprietary gaze. \u201cI\u2019m going to take Brad home, hypnotize him, and then play with him a while.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBe careful\u2026\u201d Brad teased with a smile. \u201cI made varsity this year. There aren\u2019t many games I can\u2019t win!\u2019<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa laughed. \u201cYou won\u2019t win these games pet. When I\u2019m finished working on you, you won\u2019t be My opponent, you\u2019ll be My toy.\u201d<\/p>\n Brad\u2019s mouth hung open in response. His unguarded face showed a mixture of temptation and fear. I laid a hand on his shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cC\u2019mon\u2026\u201d I urged, pulling gently in the direction of the stage, where a few couples were clinging to one-another and swaying in time to the music. \u201cLet\u2019s dance.\u201d<\/p>\n Brad answered me, but his gaze remained trapped by the emerald eyes of Goddess Marquesa as he spoke. \u201cUm\u2026sorry, professor. I think\u2026.I think I have to\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBrad has other plans, sweetie,\u201d the Goddess finished the young man\u2019s thought for him. \u201cGo back to campus. I won\u2019t send him back to class much the worse for wear.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWait a minute,\u201d I protested. \u201cYou can\u2019t\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh but I can, and I will,\u201d Goddess Marquesa declared.<\/p>\n \u201cBrad has a crush on me,\u201d I whined. \u201cYou can\u2019t have changed his mind so fast.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cChanged it, yes,\u201d the Goddess insisted, \u201cI am the Goddess Marquesa de Sade. When a man has spent a few minutes with Me other, lesser women leave his mind. When I\u2019ve had a chance to put him in trance I will empty his mind some more and fill it with whatever I like.\u201d<\/p>\n This was the final straw. I dropped all pretense of civility. If I hadn\u2019t been holding a beer I think I might have actually slapped or pushed the woman who had aroused my anger. \u201cWhat a load of crap!\u201d I spat, my voice almost a shout. \u201cThis psycho-babble might work on college boys, but spare me your act.\u201d<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa did not register any awareness of my obvious rage. She took a last sip from her drink and rose from her bar stool. As she did, and without being told to, Brad rose too, making a point of leaving money on the bar to cover both his and the Goddess\u2019s tab. \u201cI assure you, it is no act,\u201d Goddess Marquesa said, her tone making clear that her reply was more than I deserved. \u201cBrad will be better for what I do to him, and you would be too, sweetling. You are wound up very tight, and if you are letting your students lure you to bars you obviously have some issues. I know you are feeling put out, but if you have a change of heart and would consider hypnosis as therapy, look Me up.\u201d<\/p>\n She took a card from her purse and laid it on the bar. It was a rectangle of eggshell-colored cardstock with the words Emerald Eyes Enterprises- Erotic Hypnosis= Hypnotherapy <\/em>inscribed on it in green lettering. Below the legend was a phone number and address.<\/p>\n \u201cCome, pet,\u201d the Goddess commanded with a snap of her fingers, and headed toward the door of the bar. Without a glance back at me, Brad followed her, looking for all the world like a dog trained by its master to heel. I ripped up the card and threw it to the floor as they left.<\/p>\n Rage kept me awake all that night and much of the next. I was a wreck when it came time to teach my next class, running on caffeine and jealousy. Brad avoided my gaze during lecture. I tried to pretend that nothing was wrong, but the class must have thought I had developed a sudden drug problem. I was distracted and incoherent, it took all of my efforts to get to the end of the class period without making a fool of myself.<\/p>\n I followed Brad as he left the classroom, obsession overruling common sense, propriety, and professional ethics. At first I was simply yielding to a vague impulse to shadow him, perhaps find a moment alone to talk. But it quickly became apparent that he was headed off campus, and a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach told me where he must be going. I kept out of his sightline as we boarded a bus downtown, and watched amazed as he entered a condominium complex where I knew she must live.<\/p>\n I tailed him to her door without his realizing. She answered his knock wearing sexy lingerie at 3 in the afternoon- a shiny lace bra and panties with sheer black stockings held up by frilly black garters. Her long legs were accentuated by shiny red patent-leather stilettos. Her only other articles of clothing were a glass of ice tea and a gauzy see-through floral print negligee, worn open at the front to expose her exquisite cleavage. Even from a distance I could see Brad quivering with excitement as he crossed her threshold and the door closed behind him.<\/p>\n I sat down on a bench about fifty yards from her door and waited, fuming. Part of me could see how ridiculous the scene was. If I confronted Brad, what would I say? What would I do? But my rational mind was not in charge. I was consumed by the childish impulse to claim what I felt entitled to. Brad had fallen under my spell, this bitch was not going to take him away from me!<\/p>\n I sat for one hour, then two. Frustration and anger turned to wonder. I remember afternoon trysts with college boys from my undergrad days. They rarely lasted more than\u00a0 thirty minutes. What kind of charm could this Goddess Marquesa possess to hold Brad\u2019s attention for so long?<\/p>\n I got up from the bench and headed back toward the bus stop, resigned to defeat. But a surge of passion halted me in my tracks. Whatever demon had driven me this far would not let me stop now.<\/p>\n Doubling back, I strode up to Goddess Marquesa\u2019s door and pounded on it with angry fists, heedless to the recklessness of my actions. I half expected a security guard or police officer to come drag me away, but I didn\u2019t care. To my surprise, a voice from inside called, \u201cCome in!\u201d<\/p>\n I walked in through the unlocked door. The interior of the condo was well-lit and tastefully decorated. Intriguing art glass and decorative crystal added color to the space.<\/p>\n As I entered through the foyer into a common area, I could hear soft moans and low grunts. The scene I finally intruded upon disoriented me. Brad was naked, strapped face-down to a metal-frame cot, his hands and feet shackled. There were thin welts all over his ass and back, a discarded riding crop lay on the floor next to his right leg.<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa was stretched out on a short divan that had been brought flush with the cot. Her legs were resting on Brad\u2019s back, his head was between her thighs. Her shoulders were arched over the backrest of the divan, her breasts were thrust skyward. Her eyes were closed as she moaned in pleasure. Brad\u2019s head bobbed up and down as he lapped greedily at the Goddess\u2019s pussy.<\/p>\n \u201cWha\u2026What?!\u201d I blurted, rendered incoherent by shock.<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa raised her hand palm outwards, commanding silence. I could not help but obey as her moans turned to screams of climax. As her orgasm peaked she grabbed a clump of Brad\u2019s hair with her free hand and pressed his face downward, thrusting her pelvis forward to meet his eager mouth. When her pleasure subsided she relaxed into a loose sitting posture. Finally her eyes open and she turned to see who had walked in upon her exercise.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, it\u2019s you,\u201d the Goddess observed. \u201cDoes Brad owe you some homework? He just earned an A+ from Me.\u201d<\/p>\n I was embarrassed and angry all at once. \u201cWhy did you let me in?!\u201d I shouted. \u201cWhat if I had been the postman?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe postman always rings twice, dearie,\u201d the Goddess quipped. \u201cBesides, he was chained in the same position as Brad a few days ago.\u201d<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa swung her legs off of the cot and rose from the divan, seemingly completely unflustered by her recent exertions or my intrusion on her privacy. Her movement aroused Brad. He lifted his head sleepily from the cot and grunted, \u201cHuh? Wha?\u201d His eyes had a dreamy, far-away look, as if he were sleepwalking.<\/p>\n \u201cYour teacher has taken an interest in your extracurricular activities, pet,\u201d the Goddess said. \u201cThe grownups have to talk. You\u2019ve been a good boy. Sleep for Goddess now.\u201d<\/p>\n At this command Brad\u2019s head collapsed back to the cot. His eyes closed, his breathing became slow and even.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat if I had been some random stranger?\u201d I fumed. \u201cHow can you\u2026what kind of\u2026.?\u201d<\/p>\n The Goddess stepped forward so that she was inches from my face. \u201cI am the Goddess Marquesa and this is My home. I could give a fuck about what anyone else thinks about what I do here.\u201d<\/p>\n I had never hated someone so much in my life as I hated her at that moment. \u201cYou\u2019re sick!\u201d I screamed. \u201cAnd you\u2019ve done something to Brad. Drugged him, or\u2026or\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa smiled. \u201cI did exactly what I told you both that I would do. I hypnotized him and turned him into My pleasure puppet. Only after he begged Me on his hands and knees, that is\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI won\u2019t let this happen!\u201d I shouted. \u201cThis is wrong. I can\u2019t\u2026I won\u2019t\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, Professor,\u201d the Goddess sighed, her smile growing wider. \u201cHaven\u2019t you read your Shakespeare? Don\u2019t you know the danger of the green-eyed monster of jealousy?\u201d<\/p>\n My anger rose even higher. \u201cJEALOUSY?\u201d I exploded. \u201cWhat makes you think I would EVER be jealous of you?\u201d<\/p>\n The Goddess burst out laughing. Not a short casual chuckle, but a deep sustained guffaw. When her mirth finally ebbed, she explained, \u201cYou\u2019re not jealous of Me!\u2026You\u2019re jealous of Brad!\u201d<\/p>\n The words hit me like lightning. I don\u2019t remember if I moved toward her or she toward me. But all at once, I was kissing her. As if by magic or alchemy, my anger transmuted instantly to desire. All of the passionate intensity of what I had been feeling remained, but instead of hating her, I wanted her desperately. I realized in amazement that I had wanted her all along, since I had first seen her at the bar in Club Krystal.<\/p>\n I lost all control, I surrendered completely to her touch. With shocking strength and agile speed (and my eager assistance) she peeled off my clothes and threw me down so that I lay naked on top of Brad\u2019s sleeping form. I gasped as her mouth closed over my left nipple and her hand probed my pussy. The warm slickness that met her expert fingers showed that I had been wet for her since I first entered her abode, maybe even earlier.<\/p>\n With Brad as our mattress we fucked. I begged for her kiss and she covered my mouth with hers. The taste of her was overwhelming. As I felt the sweet air of her breath fill my lungs, I came. It was an orgasm like nothing life had ever prepared me for.<\/p>\n Her strong arms had been holding me balanced on Brad\u2019s back. As my climactic trembling subsided she released me, and I slid gently, my glide path smoothed by mingled sweat, off of the cot and onto the carpet of the Goddess\u2019s living room. She sat up, perched on Brad\u2019s ass, as I emitted soft moans of stunned satisfaction and curled into the fetal position at her feet.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, that was fun,\u201d the Goddess declared. \u201cBut the day is wasting away. I will have to be about some errands.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d I pleaded. \u201cI still need you. Please\u2026let me make you feel good\u2026.\u201d To underscore my point I raised my head and took her big toe into my mouth, sucking wetly.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s sweet of you, pet,\u201d she replied, \u201cbut Brad has satisfied me nicely. I will have to take a rain check.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPleeease,\u201d I begged. The depth of my need surprised me. Even more surprising was how good it felt to abase myself to this magnificent Woman. \u201cI need you inside me. Do to me what you did to Brad. Make me your puppet\u2026please\u2026.pleeeease\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, all right,\u201d she conceded. \u201cListen to My voice, sweetling. You feel yourself becoming very relaxed\u2026so sleepy\u2026.so tired\u2026.your eyes are getting heavier\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n The world melted away, leaving only Goddess. I could feel her running through my veins and seeping into my every pore. I gave myself to her completely. The climax she had brought me to was earth-shattering but this trance was\u2026.ecstasy.<\/p>\n I don\u2019t remember how I got home that day. My next clear memory is of searching the internet at my home desk, hungry for her image and her voice. Soon I had many hours of her trance audios loaded onto my iPod, so that I could have her murmuring in my ear constantly.<\/p>\n My life has not been the same since. I was like a zombie who had been brought back from the dead, a patient at death\u2019s door who has been given a miracle cure. Everything about my daily existence became sharper, more vibrant. My students noticed the change. I had never seen them so animated in class, or so focused on their work.<\/p>\n At the center of it all was Goddess. I have always been bi, but I have never felt as passionately about anyone, man or woman, as I do about her. She doesn\u2019t just make me and everyone else around her come alive, she seems to make the entire world she moves through shimmer with magic and possibility. To say I love her would be an understatement. I worship her with every fiber of my being.<\/p>\n I had only one complaint, and I voiced it to her early on.<\/p>\n \u201cYou knew it was me at the door,\u201d I whispered, clinging to her in bed after a heated bout of wild sex, about two weeks after I first became hers.<\/p>\n \u201cWell\u2026I had a notion you would show up eventually,\u201d she admitted. \u201cLike you I am a scholar, but of desire. It is one of the reasons you find Me irresistible. One of many\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI can\u2019t get enough of you,\u201d I moaned. \u201cWhen I\u2019m not near you I feel like I am starving. Listening to your recorded trances helps for a while, but I only come out of trance needing you even more.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s quite natural,\u201d she sighed. \u201cImagine the poor souls who can only worship Me from hundreds or thousands of miles away. I would be sorry for them if I didn\u2019t know how good suffering for Me was for them.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI feel my love for you like a constant pressure fighting to burst out,\u201d I said. \u201cAt times it takes all my self control to keep from shouting how much I love you at the top of my lungs for everyone to hear.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t hold back on My account, pet,\u201d she quipped.<\/p>\n \u201cYou are so wonderful\u2026.so amazing,\u201d I moaned. \u201cI don\u2019t understand why there aren\u2019t constant riots in the streets from the throngs who adore you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI would be a lazy or incompetent sort of Hypnodomme to let My Realm become so untidy,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n A realization hit me. \u201cI need to make myself more useful to you,\u201d I declared.<\/p>\n \u201cYou already do good work for Me, pet,\u201d the Goddess replied. \u201cGrocery shopping. Dry cleaning runs. If I was dissatisfied with My puppet, you would know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI need to do more,\u201d I explained. \u201cI can be of more use to your core work. I see how hard you labor as a hypnotist. Let me take some of that burden off you. Teach me how to do hypnosis.\u201d<\/p>\n She turned in bed to see my face. \u201cHmmm\u2026.\u201d she intoned, studying my expression. \u201cIt\u2019s an interesting idea. I will give it some thought.\u201d<\/p>\n My lessons began a few days later. The Goddess started with the absolute basics, drilling me in the fundamental principles of consciousness, relaxation technique, and verbal induction. But my training proceeded quickly. In part this was because of my motivation. I could not help but give Goddess Marquesa my complete attention. I literally hung on her every word. But my progress was even more the product of the Goddess\u2019s gifts as an instructor. I have been an educator or training to be one most of my life, but I have never encountered a professor who taught as lucidly and effectively as Goddess Marquesa.<\/p>\n After two weeks of training the Goddess gave me my first assignment. I began work at her vanilla hypnotherapy clinic, doing initial screening interviews and light relaxation trances to diminish stress and improve mood. I was thrilled to be serving her, but I chafed to do more.<\/p>\n \u201cI want to help expand your empire,\u201d I protested, one night while I stood at her stove, cooking her dinner. \u201cI can help lure in prospective slaves and put them under your control.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cErotic hypnotism is as much art as science, pet,\u201d the Goddess explained. \u201cYou need more time to develop your skills and become acclimated to your power. Trust Goddess. Goddess knows all and directs all.\u201d<\/p>\n On the surface I listened obediently, but in my mind plans hatched. The spring term had ended, but on June 30, the day before Goddess\u2019s birthday, I had a speaking gig that would put me in front of a large audience. A new art house cinema was starting up downtown, and was celebrating its grand opening by doing a series of special screenings accompanied by lectures and Q & A sessions given by local experts. I had been invited to speak at the screening of a newly re-mastered print of Disney\u2019s Fantasia<\/em>.<\/p>\n As I walked out on stage I was thrilled by the scene. About five-hundred people were in attendance, and the diverse crowd included an array of types that I sensed would please Goddess. With a gesture I directed the projectionist to load my multimedia presentation into the digital projector.<\/p>\n \u201cListen to my voice,\u201d I intoned into the microphone, pitching my tone as Goddess had taught me, while a hypnotic spiral began to play on the screen behind me. \u201cYou are feeling very relaxed\u2026very sleepy\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Once I had led the audience into hypnotic sleep, an image of Goddess Marquesa appeared on screen. Different visions of her alternated as I spoke, exposing the viewers to the many dimensions of Goddess\u2019s irresistible sexiness and overpowering charm.<\/p>\n \u201cThis is the Goddess Marquesa de Sade,\u201d I said. \u201cShe is very beautiful, yes? You find her utterly enchanting. You can\u2019t take your eyes off of her. You loooove <\/em>her\u2026\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n I left the theater that night very pleased with myself. The trance had worked beautifully. A horde of new worshipers was ready to surprise the Goddess on her birthday.<\/p>\n The night of July 1 came, and the Goddess accepted my invitation to celebrate her birthday. \u201cWhere are we going?\u201d she asked as I whispered our destination to our cabbie.<\/p>\n \u201cThat would spoil the surprise,\u201d I objected. \u201cYou won\u2019t let me blindfold you, but I insist that our destination remain secret just a little longer.\u201d<\/p>\n As the cab pulled up in front of Club Krystal, it was I who was surprised. Several dozen people were clustered in the street, grappling and fighting with one another, seemingly at random. One of the club\u2019s windows was broken. Through the hole in the glass one could see that the chaos on the street was an extension of the mayhem inside the club. I rolled down my window, and as I did I could hear shouts from the mob.<\/p>\n \u201cI love Goddess Marquesa the most!\u201d came one man\u2019s cry.<\/p>\n \u201cThe hell you do! I love her more!\u201d boomed an answer, followed by the \u201cthwack!\u201d of a fist meeting flesh.<\/p>\n As I gaped at the scene, Rodrigo, the owner of Club Krystal ran up to Goddess Marquesa\u2019s passenger side door. As she opened to the door to address him, he fell to his knees.<\/p>\n \u201cPlease Goddess, you can\u2019t stay here, it\u2019s not safe.\u201d Rodrigo begged. \u201cI don\u2019t know where this crowd came from, but they are madly in love with you. When they began arriving an hour ago and you were not here, they began to destroy the club, then they turned on one-another. I haven\u2019t called the police because I know they are your slaves. But I am afraid of what will happen once they know you have arrived!\u201d<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa turned to me. \u201cWhat have you done?\u201d she asked. I knew she had guessed the truth.<\/p>\n \u201cI hypnotized the crowd at the cinema opening last night,\u201d I confessed. \u201cI told them to come here tonight and demonstrate their love for you. I didn\u2019t know this would happen\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDidn\u2019t you?\u201d the Goddess asked, her tone gentle but chiding. \u201cAfter what you told me about what loving Me feels like?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI can fix this!\u201d I cried, throwing open my door and running toward the club, heedless of the Goddess\u2019s call to wait.<\/p>\n I shouldered my way through the mass of wrangling bodies, pushing heavy men aside with ruthless energy. My object was the stage, and when I got there I was relieved to find that the microphone had power.<\/p>\n \u201cListen to my voice\u2026\u201d I broadcast. \u201cGoddess Marquesa has sent me to prepare you. You feel yourselves becoming calm\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou have seen the Goddess?\u201d one burly man shouted. \u201cWhere is she?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou can\u2019t keep her to yourself!\u201d a woman screamed. \u201cYou\u2019re not the only one who loves her!\u201d<\/p>\n I tried to continue my induction, but hands reached up and pulled me down from the stage. Before I knew what was happening I was trapped in a scrum of mad zombies, passed from hand to hand as otherwise normal men and woman howled at me to let them see their Goddess. I was squeezed, slapped, and shaken. Spit rained on me from foam-flecked mouths. I went limp and gave myself up to be beaten or trampled, consoled by the thought that I would die having tried to serve Goddess Marquesa.<\/p>\n \u201cThis is Goddess Marquesa\u2026\u201d resonated a voice throughout the club and out onto the street. \u201cYou all love <\/em>Me. You must all listen <\/em>to Me\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n The crowd froze. The men jostling me released me and stood still, attentive.<\/p>\n \u201cEveryone on your knees.\u201d<\/p>\n In unison the crowd fell to its knees, as if called to prayer. Goddess Marquesa entered the club, followed by Rodrigo. In her right hand was her smart phone, held up to her mouth like a microphone.<\/p>\n \u201cStay on your knees,\u201d the Goddess commanded. She spoke into her phone, but her voice was broadcast wirelessly on the speaker system throughout and in front of the club. \u201cI will take my throne at the front of the club and call you up by rows. When I do you will have a chance to wish Me happy birthday.\u201d<\/p>\n The Goddess came up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. \u201cAre you all right?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n \u201cYes,\u201d I replied. \u201cThanks to you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt is a good thing Rodrigo\u2019s wireless sound system can be accessed through a smartphone app. I told you, pet,\u201d she scolded. \u201cErotic hypnosis is more art than science. Watch and learn.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m so sorry,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd you will be punished,\u201d Goddess affirmed with a wink of her eye. \u201cBut right now it\u2019s time to celebrate my birthday. And put Rodrigo\u2019s club back in shape.\u201d<\/p>\n Rodrigo and I placed a plush chair on stage in which the Goddess sat, and she deputized us to call up worshipers in an orderly fashion to express their love and wish her a happy birthday. As they came on stage the Goddess allowed them to kiss her feet and place whatever cash they were carrying in a jar, for the purpose of repairing Club Krystal.<\/p>\n That night the Goddess corrected me with her riding crop. As she beat me I was sorry for my mistake, but deeply grateful for her power. With each blow I could feel my love for her grow, and as I kissed her feet after the last lash, it was with total sincerity and intense passion that I gasped, \u201cThank you Goddess and please\u2026..let me be Yours forever. I wish with all my heart that despite my stupidity You had a Happy Birthday!\u201d<\/p>\n As She drew me to my feet and tasted my mouth, I dared to hope that my wish for Her had come true.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n The End<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My dear pets, subbies, and submissive slaves: This is the season when things begin to get really hot.\u00a0 And I don\u2019t just mean the weather.\u00a0 There is excitement everywhere! Do you remember what hypnotically arousing event is just on the hypno horizon?\u00a0 That\u2019s right, my pet\u2026 Your wonderful Mistress\u2019 Birthday is on July 1st!\u00a0 How […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":69,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[8,4],"tags":[220,1037,395,271,1034,1035,27,546,21,39,49,95,1036,22,190,413,214,62,697,14,166,63],"class_list":["post-4146","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-inspired-by-goddess-marquesa","category-stories","tag-blonde","tag-bound-to-table","tag-college-student","tag-control","tag-dark-bar","tag-filmy-lingerie","tag-green-eyes","tag-lace","tag-lesbian","tag-marquesa","tag-naked","tag-pet","tag-red-stillettos","tag-spanking","tag-stockings","tag-strip","tag-submission","tag-surrender","tag-toe-sucking","tag-transformation","tag-whipping","tag-worship"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2FCuA-14S","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4146","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/69"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4146"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4146\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4151,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4146\/revisions\/4151"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4146"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4146"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4146"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}![\"\"](\"http:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/assets\/Crystal-Sitting.jpg\")
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong>\u201cProfessor, do you ever accept invitations to go out on the town from students?\u201d Brad asked.<\/p>\n